The morning after the Halcyon warehouse was abandoned, Nathan Cross returned.
Not because he expected to find a miracle.
But because experience had taught him that criminals who planned every detail often overlooked the smallest things when they ran out of time.
Two detectives from his team met him outside the warehouse.
"The search warrant has been approved, Detective."
Cross nodded.
"Let's begin."
Inside, the warehouse was almost unrecognizable.
The offices had been stripped clean.
Desks were gone.
Computers had vanished.
Every filing cabinet stood open and empty.
The evacuation had been systematic.
Professional.
Cross walked through each room slowly, studying every corner.
He wasn't searching for obvious evidence.
He was searching for intention.
Near the rear office, so
